'T is the sunset of life gives me mystical lore,

And coming events cast their shadows before.

Thomas Campbell (1777-1844): Lochiel's Warning.

'T is sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark

Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home;

'T is sweet to know there is an eye will mark

Our coming, and look brighter when we come.

Lord Byron 1788-1824: Don Juan. Canto i. Stanza 123.

Far off his coming shone.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book vi. Line 768.

There's a good time coming, boys!

A good time coming.

Charles Mackay (1814-1889): The Good Time coming.

For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best,

Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire ii. Book ii. Line 159.

True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest,—

Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.

Alexander Pope (1688-1744): The Odyssey of Homer. Book xv. Line 83.

Make the coming hour o'erflow with joy,

And pleasure drown the brim.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616): All's Well that Ends Well. Act ii. Sc. 4.

With thee conversing I forget all time,

All seasons, and their change,—all please alike.

Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet,

With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun

When first on this delightful land he spreads

His orient beams on herb, tree, fruit, and flower,

Glist'ring with dew; fragrant the fertile earth

After soft showers; and sweet the coming on

Of grateful ev'ning mild; then silent night

With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,

And these the gems of heaven, her starry train:

But neither breath of morn when she ascends

With charm of earliest birds, nor rising sun

On this delightful land, nor herb, fruit, flower,

Glist'ring with dew, nor fragrance after showers,

Nor grateful ev'ning mild, nor silent night

With this her solemn bird, nor walk by moon

Or glittering starlight, without thee is sweet.

John Milton (1608-1674): Paradise Lost. Book iv. Line 639.